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The
air
was
cool
,
moist
,
and
clear
;
and
presently
even
the
sound
of
the
water
was
still
.
The
beast
lay
huddled
on
the
pale
beach
and
the
stains
spread
,
inch
by
inch
.
The
edge
of
the
lagoon
became
a
streak
of
phosphorescence
which
advanced
minutely
,
as
the
great
wave
of
the
tide
flowed
.
The
clear
water
mirrored
the
clear
sky
and
the
angular
bright
constellations
.
The
line
of
phosphorescence
bulged
about
the
sand
grains
and
little
pebbles
;
it
held
them
each
in
a
dimple
of
tension
,
then
suddenly
accepted
them
with
an
inaudible
syllable
and
moved
on
.
Along
the
shoreward
edge
of
the
shallows
the
advancing
clearness
was
full
of
strange
,
moonbeam-bodied
creatures
with
fiery
eyes
.
Here
and
there
a
larger
pebble
clung
to
its
own
air
and
was
covered
with
a
coat
of
pearls
.
The
tide
swelled
in
over
the
rain-pitted
sand
and
smoothed
everything
with
a
layer
of
silver
.
Now
it
touched
the
first
of
the
stains
that
seeped
from
the
broken
body
and
the
creatures
made
a
moving
patch
of
light
as
they
gathered
at
the
edge
.
The
water
rose
farther
and
dressed
Simon
's
coarse
hair
with
brightness
.
The
line
of
his
cheek
silvered
and
the
turn
of
his
shoulder
became
sculptured
marble
.
The
strange
attendant
creatures
,
with
their
fiery
eyes
and
trailing
vapors
,
busied
themselves
round
his
head
.
The
body
lifted
a
fraction
of
an
inch
from
the
sand
and
a
bubble
of
air
escaped
from
the
mouth
with
a
wet
plop
.
Then
it
turned
gently
in
the
water
.
Somewhere
over
the
darkened
curve
of
the
world
the
sun
and
moon
were
pulling
,
and
the
film
of
water
on
the
earth
planet
was
held
,
bulging
slightly
on
one
side
while
the
solid
core
turned
.
The
great
wave
of
the
tide
moved
farther
along
the
island
and
the
water
lifted
.
Softly
,
surrounded
by
a
fringe
of
inquisitive
bright
creatures
,
itself
a
silver
shape
beneath
the
steadfast
constellations
,
Simon
's
dead
body
moved
out
toward
the
open
sea
.
Piggy
eyed
the
advancing
figure
carefully
.
Nowadays
he
sometimes
found
that
he
saw
more
clearly
if
he
removed
his
glasses
and
shifted
the
one
lens
to
the
other
eye
;
but
even
through
the
good
eye
,
after
what
had
happened
,
Ralph
remained
unmistakably
Ralph
.
He
came
now
out
of
the
coconut
trees
,
limping
,
dirty
,
with
dead
leaves
hanging
from
his
shock
of
yellow
hair
.
One
eye
was
a
slit
in
his
puffy
cheek
and
a
great
scab
had
formed
on
his
right
knee
.
He
paused
for
a
moment
and
peered
at
the
figure
on
the
platform
.
"
Piggy
?
Are
you
the
only
one
left
?
"
"
There
's
some
littluns
.
"
"
They
do
n't
count
.
No
biguns
?
"
"
Oh
--
Samneric
.
They
're
collecting
wood
.
"
